BACKDOOR METEOR

 

 

I am avoiding my dreams. 

 

L has a remote-controlled vacuum cleaner.

D is waiting to explode.

 

in this situation; in need of 

 

time to figure out.

 

night creeps around, pokes through rubbish by the back entrance; puddles of phosphorous. 

love from a dying star 

 

truth reveals 

A billion years 

 

now will be dust

 

Plaintive strings.             before the final descent.